General Information
Full Name: Alam Shalafi
Title: the Mage
Monikers: Shafiri
Birthdate: Unknown
Age: Ancient, appears in mid thirties
Gender: Male
Bloodtype: AB+
Species: Human
Race: Babylonian
Occupation: Mage, Scholar, King
Social Class: Upper
Orientation: Heterosexual
Physical Information
Apparent Age: Mid-thirties
Voice: Deep
Overall Attractiveness: High
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Hairstyle: shaggy, with a beard
Weight: lean
Height: 5’4”
Skin Tone: Ruddy
Dominant Feature: Eyes
Abilities
Equipment:
Spell-books
Skills:
Generally charming, Alam is very charismatic. He also has excellent organization skills, and is a decent leader, though he has high expectations for his troops.
Major Spell List
Please note, these are merely his most commonly used battle spells. Alam is a powerful and versatile mage. Of course he can do other magic.
Burning Mandalas
- A large disk, 3-6 feet in diameter that contains elaborate animals, usually of fierce predators. It is made of fire, and can be thrown and initially directed, though after a few seconds, he no longer can direct it.
- It is formed by his tracing a disk in the air with his hands. The size is determined by willpower.
- Creates between one and four temporary simulacrum that copy his own actions, including apparent spell fire. If two or less clones are made, spells exist but are weaker than his own spell. If more than two, spell fire is only illusionary.
- Illusions is forces by moving his open palm across his chest, palm out.
- Causes billowing yellow-brown gas that smells of mustard, garlic, or horseradish to appear. The gas causes blisters to form rapidly on exposed skin and in lungs, chemical burns, and goes through cloth, but with reduced damage.
- It is formed by blowing air through loose fist.
- Burst of light powerful enough to cause instant and permanent blindness.
- Forms fist by his eyes and rapidly opens hand, fingers splayed.
- Causes terrain to be steaked with lava flows, an uneven pattern making travel in a 60 foot radius difficult.
- Moves hand as if tossing something from it.
- A burst of magic that can be strong enough to level a major forest
- Gathers magic into a tight compressed ball in his hand. The more compressed it is, the more damage it will cause.
Background
Familial Relations:
Three Sons: Kassan, Makai, Priel
History:
There is a myth that tells of Shafiri. It is thus:
Long before you or I were born, there was a man. And he was resplendent with magic. Any spell asked of him, he could perform. Any task demanded, any wish begged, he could easily grant with a twitch of a finger. His skill was such that the gods grew jealous, and sought to prove their superiority through a task that they were certain he could not do.
One day, a god in disguise came down to his court, and spoke with the Mage. 'I have fruit from the tree of life. I seek to share it with only the most worthy.' the disguised god spoke. 'Then I will prove my worth, sir. Set me any three tasks, and I will set to it.' the mage answered. He was confident in his skills, having been bested by no task yet. The god responded with ease. 'Instead, I will set you one task, in three parts. This fruit is meant only for the Gods themselves. Gods may create life where there is none. Create life three times, life that can speak, act, and is independent, and I will give you this fruit. You have three days to do so.' Suspicious, the Mage agreed, certain it was a God who challenged him.
He considered his options. He knew what he would do. He would create life worthy to be called his children. On the first day, he took all his knowledge of battle and sword work, all the spells he knew to defend and attack and he created a boy in the image of his best general. Long red hair, held back in a low tail graced this first son. 'I shall name you Kassen, for the blood you will spill.' The god agreed that this was a true creation, and Kassen was known soon as Kassen the Bloodthirsty, the Mage's Sword.
The next day, with great consideration, the Mage pulled from his experience. He chose his own anger, his madness, and all he knew of the manipulation of fire and the elements. He created a black haired boy in the image of his own uncle. This second son had a mad man's smile and took joy in chaos and trouble. 'I shall name you Makai, for the chaos you will spread.' The god agreed this too was a true creation, and Makai was soon known as Makai the Mad, the Mage's Punisher.
The third day was nearly passed before the Mage finished, having been uncertain what to create this latest son from. Before the sun set though, a brown haired boy with kind eyes stood in front of the god. He was a mirror image of his father, and his father was pleased, for this child was made entirely of his magic, and held all of his magical knowledge and abilities within. 'I shall name you Priel, for the magic within you.' and the god agreed this was a true creation, and left the Mage with the fruit of the tree of life, and the Mage ate it, and was made immortal. And he provided a bite of it to each of his sons. They would live longer lives than the average mortal."
That is the creation of the mage’s son, his greatest act.
Later, the Mage would go on to do horrible things, and his sons would break from him. Priel would become known as Priel the sickly, as his creation was rushed, and away from his father's side, maintaining himself was difficult. The father would go insane, and slaughter entire civilizations, until his sons turned against him in totality and worked with the gods to forge the chains that would bind their father to a meadow that was unreachable by all normal means.”
